Watercolors, Crayons
Green or Purple over Black
I write a poem with my art and rarely look back

I was born with rhythms
Flowing through my brain
I make up tunes in my head
and flush them down the drain
its hard for me to remember things
the stress of life drives my car
Every-day I wake up
dreaming to live above my scars

Watercolors, Crayons
Green or Purple over Black
I write a poem with my art and rarely look back

The earth provided beauty
the sun, the moon, the rain
People provide hardships that reduce
you to your pain
Keep your feet moving forward
cause lack of movement wrecks your heart
disease can trickle in your home
and wreck your world apart

Watercolors, Crayons
Green or Purple over black
I write a poem with my art and rarely look back

I paint with watercolors
until the paper’s somewhat soaked
I grab a green or purple crayon
to stroke along
what was soaked

My art enters my heart space
invoking beauty that life denied
Uncaptured in most photographs
is the artist I am inside